CHAPTER 98: RESTLESS NIGHTS

Alexander

Two hours later, and I still don't want to go back inside. I can't go back inside my own damn house.

If I said I didn't feel like shit, I'd be fucking lying.

I sigh, resting my head back against the chair.

The backyard glass door slides open and then closes. I look in that direction and see Via standing there, looking at me.

My fucking weakness.

She looks around and then back at me. "Can't sleep?" she asks as she walks to a chair next to me and takes a seat.

"No," I look back up at the sky. Go back inside the fucking house, Via.

"Me either." She looks at the roses in my backyard. "Why can't you sleep?"

How could I tell her, "I heard you moaning my son's name, and I feel like shit, Via. That's why I can't sleep."

That wasn't a path I wanted to go down, especially not now.

"I had a conversation with my ex-wife."

She tenses at that. "Oh," her voice comes out barely above a whisper.

She plays with the bottom of the long shirt she was wearing—Justin's shirt.

I look away. "Yeah."